Texty:
Stiff Little Fingers Guitar And Drum

I believe that the music makes you strong I believe in the power of guitar and drum I believe in the power of guitar and drum I believe in the hope

thought I understood most men And now I just don't know For all that I thought myself smart I can't fix the rupture and break In my achilles' heart And

a fine, fine deviding line Between the truth and the lies sometimes I don't know what you hope to find I only know you got to be true to yourself And

I talk to God sometimes, but nobody's listening I talk to God sometimes, but nobody's there What's done is done, no salvation for me I talk to God sometime

guitar & drum I believe in the hope held in a song I believe that the music makes you strong I believe in the power of guitar & drum Well theirs are

I waited but you never came So everything stayed the same Coulda been great I waited I was still inspired but obviously out of tune I must be dumb as

best I'm never satisfied Cos there's a fire inside won't be denied And i'm still burning see you'll never put the spark out in my soul still burning and

champion And you were walkin' dynamite prayed on their fears though quite sincere They wouldn't let you change Oh can't you tell me? Minds made up and

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